The sea breeze was whistling; tonight’s weather was good.
Gao Qiong poked her head out. There was no moon in the sky above the sea, and it seemed that you could hear the sound of the waves hitting the ship from a distance. She looked at the yellow dim light to make out the shadow of the man and woman not far away.
Under the light and shadow, he took off his mask on his own accord. Lifting the chin of the girl in his embrace, he lowered his head slightly.